| I stand alone on the verge of 24
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| I can not doubt, I’m left unsure
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| Everyone I know has a casket made
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| The black spins out, the roads are paved
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| Do I still have time to make mistakes?
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| Is this the point where I bend or break?
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| Am I too far gone to medicate?
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| Is this a birth or is this a wake?
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| There was a part of me
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| That I lost when I was seventeen
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| I can’t get back
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| The innocence I gave to scenes
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| In between Jersey plays
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| Was just an act
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| I would slit my throat and blinded through my lies
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| Desperate I am matched with two black eyes
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| At the mouth of a river people sit
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| With concrete shoes ready to jump in
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| Do I still have time to chase my dreams?
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| Or did that pass, sail out and leave?
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| Is there still room for me to grow?
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| Or is this feud all that I know?
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| There was a part of me
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| That I lost when I was seventeen
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| I can’t get back
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| The innocence I gave to scenes
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| In between Jersey plays
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| Was just an act
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| Sometimes I want, to just give in
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| Accept the answers without a question
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| It’s easier, I must confess
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| To treat this life like it’s a waiting room for death
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| How can I make sense of this mess?
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| I’ll share my emptiness with a glass
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| It’s my best bet for happiness
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| There was a part of me
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| That I lost when I was seventeen
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| I can’t get back
|
| The innocence I gave to scenes
|
| In between Jersey plays
|
| Was just an act
|
| There was a part of me
|
| That I lost when I was seventeen
|
| I can’t get back
|
| The innocence I gave to scenes
|
| In between Jersey plays
|
| Was just an act |